We're like the weather You can't predict it We never take the time Heavy shackles We can't move freely We're leaving trails on the ground It's too late, so why pray now You cynical bastard? We all ate from your plate So how, how was your ride? How was your ride? Frozen moments Your shadows on me Will always give the command It won't get better Just string along Until the curtain comes down It's too late, so why pray now You cynical bastard? We all ate from your plate So how, how was your ride? How was your ride? It's too late, so why pray now You cynical bastard? We all ate from your plate So how, how was your ride? How was your ride? How was your ride? How was your ride?